Luke Anderson
There it was.
The twisted visage of whatever 13 had become, not a mere fusion of machinery and Ki, somethin more, something darker. Far more sinister than anything Gero could ever hope to dream of. ... Perhaps, begrudgingly Luke thought, a line that even he would not wish to cross.
It didn't matter.
Luke breathed.
'... Noah.'
His wings extended, power rapidly drawing in from around his body, shining energy enveloping him as the sheer magnitude of density he was forming drew everything in. His arm lined back, shining with internal energy, brimming with raw, undeniable power, crackling along his body before converging within his fist.
13's transformation didn't matter.
The dark arm from the cocoon extended, an evil figure began to move.
Luke's heart beat once.
It began to take shape into something more.
His mind cleared.
The sinister figure ran, a mad dash towards him and-
"... A Shining Star Splits the Void."
A single whispered line drifted from Luke's mouth.
This new form did not matter, because Luke would strike him down regardless of the power 13 possessed.
And then he struck.
Without hesitation, faster than thought, faster than he could even think of moving, his body moved almost on its own to strike the wretched creature before him, to destroy it utterly and expunge its tainted power from the world.
With all his might, all his power, all his fury, a single, roaring cry left Luke's mouth-
"ASCALON!"
And then there was Light.
The dark figure passes... by both of your sides, before detonating violently. This part of this entire thing was over, giving you a moment to breathe.
"Right. We're going to need to figure out a way out of this zone," Endeyive states, various panels on his body having folded back in to revert him back to a seemingly normal human look.
Alright, that was a dumb idea. Lili can admit that in her head, she wasn't entirely sure why she thought that would work, but it is increasingly looking like Lili is going to have to do something she is not very good at, and thus hasn't used often to avoid these stupid wires.
Taking a deep breath - A deep, deep breath that has the air whooshing around her as she draws so much of it into her lungs. Once there is enough air in her lungs, she transmutes the air into a thick, cloying smog that is so sickly sweet that really the only people who would enjoy it's presence is a majin. Spraying out the thick smog all about her, Lili hides herself from any watching eyes. Then, she transmutes a bit of that smog into something that looks identical to herself.
Lili holds the copy of herself up for a moment, but she grimaces, focusing.
Lili shapeshifts, compressing herself down to something to size of a Capsule, and hides itself away right on the small of the replica's back.
The replica begins to fall, and with the slightest of uses of magic, Lili adjusts the replica's body, weaving it back and forth to try and dodge the wires to the best of her ability.
Many wires miss as your replica falls, heading to the point you can detect your opponent right below - you were almost in range to atta
PAIN
The Power of Destruction washes over the battlefield, as Gerrin pauses in his ritual between the four pillars. "That was..." he breathes.
You snap awake, standing over the disintegrating form of your opponent. Glancing around, you see the replica, caught and sliced through in a web of those magical wires, one of which had managed to cut right into where you'd hidden yourself. Looking back down, your opponent was already gone, only purple sparkles fading from where he'd been.
You feel... fine.
Mato releases the rest of his soul, his eyes filling fully with light. His arm blurs up-
vip
-and he appears just to the side with a Lance Strike flying off his fingers into Turles's elbow.
The Lance Strike scores off of Turles's elbow, but Turles's other hand had snapped around your wrist, energies building-!
Then his head snaps up as a certain feeling - a
song of power - floods your Ki senses, as Denve's voice quietly echos through the passage.
"I am the one that stands between Heaven and Earth."
The world
Sang around, and Turles was suddenly rocketing down toward the bottom of the tube, Denve floating just above where he'd been. Though he appeared visually to be a Super Saiyan, his aura sparkled with blue and white flame that
Sang of everything, every rock, every tree, every person. He glances over, and nods.
"Let's get this over with."
The nail gun itself produces openings. While Cynthia could try for SSJ3, instead she opts for kienzans. Lots and lots of kienzans.
Mitsuba snaps to adapt to the new situation, letting fly with a vicious, mad-minute barrage of rapid fire Makankosappos.
The darkness lashes out with tendrals as it blanketed this Broly, prioritizing the Kienzan as they swatted all around -
Before suddenly burst away, revealing Broly in his Super Saiyan 2 state with his hair and skin bleached a pale white, and a tail of darkness whipping behind him! If Cynthia was to go beyond, she needed to do so
now!
Taka takes a quick glance at Bonny, and makes a snap decision. If it seems Bonny has a plan, he shall shield his ally physically with body and weapon from direct assault.
If not, he simply launches himself backwards through the air, transforms his Divine Weapon into a bow, and begins loosing arrows rapidly into the beast. There are other archery styles than the Divine Wind, and he trusts his weapon to once more choose a suitable one, as it has before.
@Sucal
"I need to recover at least part of the sword. It's a... focus of sorts, not comfortable enough with this form to hold it at such a large power level too long without it."
Bonny thought they were being spied on, so she spoke enough of the truth to get her point across. It wasn't the entire truth of course, but that was due to where and when they were. The more people thought they knew, the less they were going to be an issue later on, even as it also would potentially cause problems with her current teammate later on. Taking a deep breathe to stablise the energies as they mixed and flowed through her body, she needed to work out the best way to keep herself in the form in case she couldn't retrieve the sword. The beast was hopefully prevented from phasing through their attacks, so they needed to put it down.
Perhaps one of her lesser used techniques would fit the bill. Waving her fingers through a less then complex wave, she focused on the beasts mind and scenes, attempting to determine how the beast could perceive the world. It was the small details that could slip one up, even if this didn't appear to be the most intelligent of beings. Weaving together the slightest hint of sage energies, she flowed it through her form, as if she was transforming into giant golden oozaru, an illusion that began to pound its chest and do the usual hints of primal posturing typical to the less skilled users of the form.
It was only an illusion of course, but for the beast it should feel realistic enough to the five senses, so that when it was grappled it should feel grappled. For the sake of Taka, she did a slight ki projection of the oozaru as it ran forward and attempted to grab the beast in a crushing hug. Hopefully, he would get the point not to disrupt it. As for Bonny herself, she was going to sneak behind and attempt to grab the untransformed handle of her sword. She wasn't going to detach the entire corpse flower, just enough of the handle and a blade she could use.
The beast tried to grapple with the illusion, and Bonny is able to get close enough to pull out just enough of the sword as she needed!
Meanwhile, Taka noted a piece of his armor had detached, shaping itself into a crystalline, drill-like arrow as his bow shifted and expanded, swelling to beyond normal human usability...
Bassoon's eyes widened at the sight, and he was moving before his brain finished thinking between the half-twinkles of an eye.
'I am sick of watching people I care about die!'
All of his thought, emotion, and determination poured into his being. His Ki flared, the burning orange of Hyper Namekian shifting to an even brighter shade. The air rippled as his raw psychic telekinesis pushed him forward, while flecks of sparkling emerald represented raw magic temporarily boosting his speed just a bit more. His Quirk shoved as far to "increase Bassoon's velocity" as it could. Two of his hands flew through motions and a thin plane of magical energy, then reinforced with whatever scraps of his telekinesis and Ki weren't shoved into "GO FASTER", tried to place itself between Coolemba and Chryostis.
All of this happened in less time than it takes for a single hand on a watch to move. If not for the strange ways of Ki, Magic, and Psi, one could argue some of the movements were so rapid they'd start to defy the regular reflection of light. Such was the realm of the powerful Champions of the multiverse.
Here and now, it meant that, hopefully, Bassoon would shoulder-check Coolemba before the other being could harm Bassoon's top Frenemy. At which point, all four of Bassoon's hands, every fingernail enhanced with razor-sharp claws of roiling Ki, would clamp inward at top (enhanced) speed, seeking to shred his enemy's flesh, and even use Impalpable to sink beneath the skin. Even as Bassoon's eyes lit up an angry red and shot beams of concentrated energy into Coolemba at point-blank range.
You
crash into Coolemba, energy boiling into it's body even as Chryostis zips away and forges another Supernova... before grunting, as he begins trying to force it to
shrink into his hand...
